Dreaming of My Elementary School English Classroom Last night, I had a vivid dream about my elementary school English classroom. It was a small, cozy room with colorful posters adorning the walls and a big whiteboard at the front of the class. I could see my old English teacher, Mrs. Lee, standing by the board and smiling at me. The dream took me back to the days when I was a little kid with an insatiable curiosity about the world. I remember how Mrs. Lee would teach us new words and phrases, encouraging us to practice pronouncing them correctly. She would patiently explain the grammar rules and provide plenty of opportunities for us to practice our listening and speaking skills. In my dream, I was surrounded by my old classmates, all of whom I haven't seen in years. But in that moment, we were all back in that small classroom, laughing and learning together. I remember feeling a sense of nostalgia, but also a renewed appreciation for the quality of instruction I received during those early years of my education. As I woke up from the dream, I couldn't help but feel grateful for having such a wonderful experience in my childhood. That small English classroom was a space where I learned, not only about language, but also about the world beyond my own. It was a place where I made friends, grew in confidence, and developed a thirst for knowledge that still fuels me today. Even though I'm now an adult living in a different part of the world, that little English classroom will always hold a special place in my heart. It's where it all began, and for that, I'm truly grateful.